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Hair curled, check. Nails painted, check. Knee high, I feel amazing about myself boots, check. Show off the boobs shirt, check. Flask, because a little liquid courage can't do anything but help, check. I went on a date this weekend. It was absolutely pouring rain when I pulled up at Starbucks. He was standing outside waiting. Why was he standing outside waiting in the rain, I have no idea but he was but there he was. Sweatshirt, jeans and a grocery store cap, his hands shoved in his pocket like a high school boy on his first date. He was tall and lanky in an awkward type of way, he rocked back and forth on his heels as I hurried up to the door. After a very awkward hug, that I wasn't expecting that realistically turned out to be more like a bro hug, we hurried into the warm, friendly Starbucks atmosphere that all of us Washingtonians are familiar with. As we sit down at a table in the corner he blurts out, "I'm not much of a talker." and looks at me like a...